Within “An Extraconscious Lucidity”,
I am become it. It is expressed through a mind, which likes to gaze upon the
stars and wonder about the origin of life. What a man, or a woman (it doesn’t
really matter), thinks as he grows? Does he question everything? Does he
cherish what is known, never making a step further? Or does he accept the known
and tries, through the confines of his own mind, to communicate something that
cannot be grasped?
The beauty of art, as it is
conceived. At the beginning it might be an idea, or a fragment of it.
Incomplete, barely alive. Then it takes its form, through conscious,
disciplined effort and it becomes what is now being listened through my
speakers.
When I, the writer, expected to
listen something similar to “Phobos Monolith”, I felt
disappointed. Not because of it, but because of my expectations. So, I waited. It
lived both in my mind, as a memory that slowly faded away and also as piece of
art, waiting to be visited again. Never changing, but always different.
Is it the music that changes or
is it me, the listener? I’d say both.
I have encountered a number of
artists, mainly in the black metal genre, that have a unique way of speaking
though their guitars. They don’t just play notes, they communicate with their heart.
And if someone succeeds in coming in touch with it, then that someone realizes
that it is the same heart as anyone else’s.
If Mare Congitum’s music is a glimpse into the cosmos and into the
timeless and spaceless void of being, then I have to accept, since it feels so
familiar and so warm and welcoming, that I am also a glimpse of the cosmos. And
so are you.
Could it be that art exceeds
ideas? Is their music something that speaks beyond logic, behind the veil of
understanding and explaining?
Let the ambience be the blackness
of space and the drums be the celestial objects. Let the bass be the
concentration of mass into black holes and the guitars our vessel that holds
our mortal bodies. Let the vocals be our screaming echoes in despair before our
impending doom and let the lyrics be the story of us and of the cosmos.
Maybe this is what it makes this
album special. Like the collision of stars and the death of galaxies, like the
death of a beloved and the day to day struggle, I marvel at the beauty of this
creation. It is just as cosmic as it is human. Infinite, yet finite. Excellent,
yet with some flaws.
And the guitars! Oh, the guitars!
If the sky could speak, it would be it. If the earth could listen, we would be
it. Our eyes ablaze above the sea, drinking the brilliance of this display,
let’s clutch our grieving breath and whisper our end.
Read the Interview, HERE.
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